Page 40 of The HalloQueen

“Absolutely not. This morning I am making crepes, and I noticed you had a very shiny-looking coffee maker in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make pumpkin spice lattes,” she rubbed her nose against my chest, like she was itching it and her arm tightened around my torso.

“Hey,” I spoke softly, wanting only to have her look at me with those intense green eyes.

She looked up, not moving her head from my chest, “hey.”

I placed my pointer finger beneath her chin and tilted her head so I could lean down and kiss her. I touched my lips to hers, feeling a shudder flow through her. I didn’t tap into her feelings - I didn’t need to, and I just wanted to feel her against me, not everything that was inside of her mind.

She kissed me back, pulling herself into my body and smiling against my mouth.

“You’re a good kisser,” she said with a sleepy smile.

“Thank you. I could kiss you for hours.”

She stretched again, “while that would be lovely, I have a million things to do today. Just gotta find my list.”

I felt it then. She instantly went from a languid, sex-happy, snuggly, warm body to a stressed and managed creature, creating lists in her mind and preparing for her day. The change in her was startling and all-consuming. It wasn’t just internally, it was like she had woken up for the day and picked up a mask from her side table and slapped it on, ready to take on whoever or whatever challenged her with enough bravado to survive until she could come back home and put it back on the nightstand.Her features sharpened, brows dropping, worry lines forming between her eyes and a slight frown marring her perfect mouth.

“It’s Sunday,” I kissed her again, trying to bring back the placid woman who’d been kicked to the curb by the boss, “stay with me today.”

She scratched her head and swept her fingers under her eyes, “don’t you have to work today?”

“I’d rather be with you.”

Scoffing, she untangled herself from my arms, “oh come on, you can’t miss one of eight Sundays before Halloween because you want to lay in bed and fuck all day.”

I grinned, “sure I can, I’m the boss.”

“Thomas.”

“Annabel,” I mimicked her tone, pulling her back so we were laying her back to my front. I laid kiss after kiss across her shoulders and down her spine.

“Thom-mas,” she whined, but snuggled further into my embrace, wiggling her ass into my hips.

“I am going to eat you, and then you’re going to eat breakfast,” I growled, nipping at her ear.

“You said-”

“Don’t take it so literally,” I kissed across her shoulders again, and rotated away from her so she could lay down on her back. I moved my attention to her neck, her collarbones, and then lavished the mounds of her breasts. Her breathing quickened, and I could tell that she was torn between continuing to wear that boss mask or if she could put it down and play with me for a few moments more.

If she wanted to be the boss, I’d let her be take control. I stopped my ministrations and laid down, “sit, Bels.”

She easily moved to sit over my hips and I grinned, feeling my erection press into her slit as if she was a homing beacon, “not what I meant,amour.”

She arched her brow and then her eyes widened in realization, “what?”

I grabbed her hips and pulled them up towards my face and she slammed her hands against the headboard, locking her elbows, “what? No way!”

“You’ve never done this before either?”

“God, you make me feel like a fucking nun.”

“I can assure you that you are not a nun.”

“What, do you, Frasier and the Nuns get together for card games? How would you fucking know?”

I laughed, “don’t deflect. Get up here so I can taste you.”

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